The Night Builders
Funeral Diner
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Take down the clouds and burn the town just leave me a boat
so I can escape it's too late I have no intention of
calling this off this is where we'll die and wake to black
and white dreams with our fists hidden behind lies tomorrow
won't come the night builders pulled down the sun with
shackled limbs and sleepy eyes touch your last morning
forget I ever existed
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